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HAYS & MEIR
S;wcceeding R. S. Hays
Ba' rleterfs r Solicitors, Conveyancers
and Notaries Public. Solicitors for
th+e Dominion Bans. Office. in rear of
the Dominion Bank, Seaforth, Money
to loan.
12-48
DANCEY & BOLSBY
DARRIStERB, SOLICITOR'S, ETC.
LOFTUS E. DANCEY, K.C.
P. J. BOLSBY
GODERICH BRUSSELS
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ELMER D. BELL, B.A.
Successor to John H. Beat
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public
Seaforth Ontario
12-36
McCONNELL & SAYS
Barristers, Solicitors, Etc.
Patrick D. McConnell H. Glenn Hays
S'EAFORTH, ONT.
. Telephone 174
3693 -
VETERINARY
A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S.
Graduate of Ontario Veterinary Col-
lege, University of Toronto. All dis-
eases of domestic animals treated by
the most modern principles. Charges
reasonable. Day or night calls
promptly attended to. Office on Main
Street, Hennsall, opposite Town Hall.
Phone 116. Breeder of Scottish Ter-
riers, Inverness Kennels, Hensall.
12-37
MEDICAL
SEAFORTS CLINIC
DR. E. A. McMASTER,, M.B.
Graduate of University of Toronto
J. D. COLQUHOUN, M.D., C.M.
Graduate of Dalhousie University,
Halifax.
, The Clinic is fully equipped with
complete and modern X-ray and other
up-to-date diagnostic and thereuptic
equipment., •
Dr. Margaret K. Campbell, M.D.,
L.A.B,P., Specialist in diseases in in-
fants and children, will be ate the
Clinic last Thursday in every month
from 3 to 6 p.m.
Dr. F. J. R. Forster, Specialist In
diseases of the ear, eye, nose and
throat, will be at the Clinic the first
Tuesday in every month from 4 to 6
p.m.
Free Well -Baby Clinic will be held
on the second and last Thursday in
every.month from 1 to 2 p.m.
3687-
W. C. SPROAT, M.D., F.A.C.S.
Physician and Surgeon
Phone 90. Office John St:, Seaforth.
12-88
DR. F. J. BURROWS
Office, Main Street, over Dominion
Bank Bldg. Hours: 2 to 5 p.m. and
7 to 8 p.m., and by appointment.
Residence, Goderich Street, two doors
west of the United Church. • Phone
46.
12-38
SEVENTEENTH INSTALMENT
SYNOPSIS
With his partner, Rosy Rand,
Dave Turner is on his' way to his
ranch at Soledad. Both men are
returning from prison where they
have served sentences for 'unjust
convictions. On the train, which
is carrying a large sum of, money,
Rosy's quick action and straight
shooting foils a holdup ' while
Dave saves the life of Martin
Quinn, a gambler, who is being,
threatened by a desperado. Stop-
ping at Single Shot, the sheriff
tells Dave he Is not wa ted. Quinn
defends Dave but Dave and Rand
go to Soledad to meet Mary,
Dave's sister, and proceed on
horseback to the ranch. Mary re-
veals "she is married and tells
Dave that the ranch is doing poor-
ly, being beset by nesters and in.
volved in a claim dispute. Sud-
denly a shot from the darkness
topples Dave from his horse.
Rosy fires and kills the unknown
assailant and they rush to the .
ranch to treat Dave's severe scalp
„wound. Next morning, at break-
fast, Dave and Rosy discover that
Mary is- now cooking for the
ranch hands—a bad sign.' After
discussing financial matters with
Mary Dave and Rosy saddle hors-
es and leave for Single Shot to
see the town- banker, Mr. Pear-
son. Mortgage is 'renewed and
Dave decides to get enough money
to pay off mortgage by raising
alfalfa and selling it. •Following
night the lake is blown up and
Dave inwardly accuses Hammond.
• The latter blames Dave. A chance
meeting of the two gives them
an opportunity to clear away this
false impression. The.• hunt now
turns to Crowell, the mysterious
man of means and ambitions.
Rosy rushes to Winter's home to
tell Mary of his suspicions about
her husband and asks her help
to prove his findings. Laredo ev-
olves ar scheme to arrest Crowell
as a murder suspect in order to
hold him for questioning. By a
clever ruse, Dave escapes his cap
tors and then- frees Dorsey who
was held prisoner for ransom.
DR. HUGH H. ROSS
Graduate of University of Toronto,
Faculty of Medicine, member of Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons of
Ontario; pass graduate course in
Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ;
Royal Opthalmie Hospital, London,
England; University Hospital, Lon-
don, England. Office --Back of Do -
Minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5.
Night calls answered from residence,
Victoria Street, Seaforth.
12-88
DR. F. J. R. FORSTER
Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat
Graduate in Medicine, University
of Toronto.
Late assistant New York Opthal-
mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's
Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos-
pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial
Hotel, Seaforth, third Wednesday in
each month, from 1.30 p.m. to 4.30
p.m. 53 Waterloo Street South, St7at-
!Ord.
12-37
When they were clear of the can-
yons again, they headed south for
Soledad. - Neither of them talked.
They picked up the trail that led
past the D Bar T and Laredo let his
bay make the pace.
Chuck's voice yanked him out of his
thoughts.
"Listen! Weren't those shots?"
"Shots? I never heard them.
Where from?"
"To the south and a ittle west."
That would be the Turner place.
Laredo spurred his hose into a long
lope.
We'll take a pasear, C h u c k.
C'mon," he called:
When they approached the D Bar
T, the place was .dark. ' Laredo
reined up by the corral
"Let's look around."
They dismounted and approached
the house. The house loomed
blackly. silently, before them. Laredo
carie up to the back door and lis-
tened. Nothing. He walked off to
the side and listened again.
A soft groan came from the front
of the house. Laredo drew a gun and
warily walked around to the corner
of the house and stopped. Again the
groan.
Laredo knelt down and struck a
match. As .it flared, be saw a man
lying, sprawled in a wide pool of
blood', face down. He turned him ov-
er.
"Rourke," he said quietly. "One of
them nesters."
Laredo turned the man over. "He's
done for," he told Chuck, but the
nester moved a littie-
"Who—who is it?" the nester
asked 1n a weak frantic whisper.
"Laredo Jackson. What happened,
Rourke?"
"They tried — to fire — house,"
"And Mt never saw 'em? Never
saw their houses'?" _
"I thought it was Turner. I spoke
right out, and they both opened ula
on me. Don't remember much. One
of 'ern kicked me in the face, and
laughed and took my gun."
"Didn't he say nothin'?"
"Somethin' about . . . wonderiu'
if they'd ,take it—at a faro table --in-
stead of money."
"What did he call the runny he
spoke to?"
There was no answer. Laredo pour-
ed more water down Rourke's open
mouth. The man did not move.
'.He's dead," he said quietly.'
Laredo went back to Chuck.
"I'm going with you wherever that
is," Chuck told him.
"It's Single Shot. That's the only
place there's faro tables close."
Martin Quinn stood among the curl-
ing pennants of tobacco smoke. His
face was' still, impassive. It was a
big night for the Free Throw and the
saloon was noisy with the crowd.
He felt a hand on' his sleeve and
Lacked up to see oneof the house-
men beside him hdlding out a folded
slip of paper. Unfolding it with one
hand, he read:
"Come to hotel, room at once.
Rand.." '
"Who gave it to you?" he asked the
house -man,
"Dunno. Somebody deft it with
Mike at the bar."
"Get Royer," Quinn said quietly.
Royer was the owner of the Free
Throw. The man melted through the
crowd.
Presently, a bald, heavy man past
middle age serials a big diamond on
the checked tie that he wore with an
even gaudier suit, made his way to
Quinn's side. -
"Want me?" he asked. "What's the
matter? Trouble?"
Quinn did not look up from the box,,
"No trouble."
"I'm quittin, Royer," Quinn contin-
ued. "Check me tut."
Royer stared at him. "What's the
matter? Ain't I treatin' you right?"
"No kick at all," Quinn said cas-
ually. "Better get a'; shouse -man. I
want to talk to you."
The owner shouted for a man and
he and Quinn sought a quiet corner.
"Now what's ', this all about?"
Royer asked.
Quinn pulled out his billfold, took
out a card and silently handed it to
Royer. The great bushy eyebrows
of the owner 'raised as he read it.
He gave ,Quinn a searching look:
"What is it, • trouble?"
"I think so," Quinn answered quiet-
ly.
The saloon owner cursed, not with-
out a grimismile however. "Well, go
ahead."
Quinn sauntered' through the crowd
into the dance hall, skirted the floor
and stepped out the side entrance. He
took out the note and read• it again.
The writing was not the same as
that on the two notes Rcsy had sent
him.
He walked slowly over to the hotel,
a scowl wrinkling his forehead. The
clerk greeted him and reached for !lis
key.
"Is sixteen taken?" Quinn asked, ac•
cepting the key.
The clerk looked at him, puzzled,
then locked at the register. "No, it's
empty."
"1 want it," Quinn said. The -clerk
was abmelt to speak, but a look at
Quinn stopped him.
"I want the key to the door that
connects seventeen and sixteen, too,"
the gambler said.
The clerk shook his head. "I'm
afraid it's lost, Mr. Quinn."
Quinas nodded, took the key to six-
teen, and headed for the stairs.
At the head of the stairs, Quinn
paused and removed his shoes. Then
he continued down the hall.
Room seventeen, h'is own room, was
on the back corner around a emmail L
in the hall. He tip -toed down the cor-
ridor and let himself noiselessly into
room sixteen, which was next to his
own.
got the yet towel, s'truok a match, lit
the 'k'erosene and watched the flame
flare up• and crawl Mier the. door.
Swiftly, he laid the wet tow.ei against
the door, extinguishing the flames on
his aide of it, then rose and' went out
into the hall.
He quickly took the ten steps' in
the corridor to room seventeen, in-
serted the key softly, unlocked the
doors, swung it open and stepped in-
side.
The room was dark except for the
kerosene flame burning brightly
against the connecting door. A tall
raw-boned man in range clothes with
nearly white hair was' kneeling be-
fore the flames trying to slap them
out with his bare handl. Behind him
stood Winters, holding out a wet tow-
el.
"Good evening, gentlemen," Quinn
drawled:
They both whirled instantly.
"You sent for me, I believe?"
It took a +half second --for the two -
men to realize the situation. Win-
ters, with a snarl, hurled the towel
at Quinn's head. But the gambler
hail anticipated that. His gun ex-
ploded .at Winters.
Then the wet towel struck Quinn
in the face and wrapped around his
head. He plucked at it frantically,
Waiting for the shots from Winters'
companion. but they did not come.
When he wrenched the towel off,
the room was in darkness. He wait-
ed a tense'.second, then struck • a
match, . By 'it, he saw that Winters
had fallen against the door, slid
down it and -extinguished the flames.
But the second man•, was gone. The
window was open, and from a solid-
ly embedded hook in the window
frame, a rope , trailed out the open
window. He saw the rope move and
ran to the window. He heard a •body
droti; Then the sound of running feet.
Quinn' swung out the window and
disappeared down the rope.
In town, Laredo paused just long
enough to tell Chuck: "You stay
outa the way. I'm handlin' the
shootin' irons tonight."
They swung into the crowded
hitohrack in front of the Mile High.
Laredo started at the corner and
worked up, examining every saddle
horse at the rack. Far down the
line, he came to a blue horse and he
stopped. The horse was breathing
hard. It was wet'wish sweat.
He struck a match, .knelt down
and began to examine -the ground
'ceder the horse- Some shiny ob-
ject caught his eye and he picked
it tip. It was an empty .38 caliber
shell.
He straightened up. 'In front of
the saloon._droors. at the hi•tchrack, a
team and buckboard stood. Laredo
swung up . over the end -gate and
faced. the saloon.
Above the swinging j;. doors the
lights stretched out ineatmlinaiinishing
row of three.
Chuck, on the sidewalk, s a w
Laredo draw a gun, then the little
foreman lifted his head.
"Yee-o-ow-e-eee! "
His •blood -curdling cry split the
night air and he punctuated it with
three swift shots through the door of
the Mile High that" winked out ' the
lights, leaving pandemonium inside.
A tentative shct coughed out of the
Mike High, then the din began. 'Yells.
shouts, curses and shrieks welled out
of the door, just as the first custom-
ers came boiling through the door,'
Laredo calmly loaded his gun as
he walked down tile road to the blue
horse. Then he untied the blue's
reins and mounted.
Laredo saw the running figure
swing under the hitchracks then
come to an abrupt stop before the
blue. "Getoffa that horse! That blue
is mine!"
Laredo hesitated,. "Why, so' it is,"
he said midly.
He swung off sdowlyr then pivoted
.around to ram a gun barrel in the
belly of the man:
Laredo ordered. softly.
On the sidewalk, in the dim street-
light!
Laredo !mired the man over, then
reached out, and pulled a gun from
where it was wedged in the man's
belt. it was d Smith and Wesson
.38 with a chip off its plated butt.
'I/he men who had swarmed, out of
the saloon stopped now and formed
a loose circle about the two men. •
"I won that in a poker game," the
man blustered.
Laredo backed away from him
slowly, bis gun steady and ominous.
"Now tell 'ern you lie," Laredo dratAl-
ed thickly "Before I cut you off
pocket high, tell 'em you got the gun
from Rourke, a man you killed and
then kicked in the face.'•
(Continued Next Week)
THE
• Only the kidneys rttn purify the
blood and rid the systexc, of poisslmous
iznp;lrities which cause Serious and.
painful ailments such as rliewuatism'^
and lumbago, 'he kidneyp are
quickly aroused to action by the
use of this time -tested prescription
D».. CHASE'S
KidnerWiiiver Pills
widely practised in Ontario. When
the new pasture is • established and
weeds begin to show, mow early ev-
ery season when the weeds are in
the first stages of bloom. Most weeds
are readily killed at this period of
growth. The mower bar should be
fitted with adjustable skids which
raise the mower bar about 6 inches
depending on the roughness of the
pasture. These skids can be easily
made by the local blacksmith and are
inexpensive.
When seeding down be sure that
the fertility level of the soil is high,
especially in the materials such as
lime, phosphorus and' potash: The best
plan is to send a composite, sample
of the soil, taken at ten different
places across the field, to the Soils
Department, Ontario Agricultural, Col-
lege, for analysis. The report and
suggestions from that department will
enable you to fertilize wisely and ec-
onomically according to the fertility
requirements of your soil type. Min-
erals increase the chances. of secur-
ing a good: catch or seeds, lower the
percentage of winter killing of the
iegu.mes, and, what is most import-
ant, increases the protein and mater-
ial content of the feed.
For further information regarding
mixtures for pastures and hay write
to the Ontario Agricultural.; College,
Guelph, for Circular No. 28, •'i Pasture
is Paramount for Milk and Meat Pro-
duction in Ontario."
A Man—Satisfied
The barking of a dog was the first
sign of his approach up the stony
track.
We had pitched our tent beside a
disrsed slate quarry, high above the
rnaia road. For miles around, as far.
as the eye could see, there was notch-
ing but heather and sheep and an
isolated raven which swooped back-
wards and forwards in the still even-
ing air. A more isolated spot Wales
could scarcely have offered us.
Trhere are only two occupations in
this district—those of the quarryman
and the shepherd. Tall, upright and
weatherbeaten, with blue eyes and
scraggy mus'tach'e, we had little need
to ask him his calling. He was the
'Brie
liewa, tb; 4 t
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>t oke .f ktls $
pat'tst. �lldt,°uii�,A�"
ov,,1,* t1e mloub;''l�n;
ships, ,of htii i4'IDUS14
being snowed up ka illn(449
with hiis, w2fe,for days on e.A
I 'exPrge d, bow ttlhe Sip 1
brought in twice a yens; audl'be Salsa,
most of the orcin, t Geyer,; ?the::
lean, black and white 'heandi ,
croucbed' drowsily at bis feet
Then followed, da 'll stories, of rid -
ventures witti shepherds en, :the tar
side of the billet He told them with
typical Welsh good humor, ands 1 gla
ed heartily at his own joo es-
"LawlsJee!" he would say with a
chuckle, "but that were a, good. 'un,"
He had nothing but good to say of
his work, his ,surroundings, his' home
and distant neighbors- He seemed to
love all things that came into his
life.
We were genuinely sorry when he
turned to tramp his two miiles back
home in the gathering dusk. But we
shall not quickly forget this Welsh
shepherd, with his leather breeches
and gaiter's, his thick tweedy coat, his
cheerful face, and ready, raucous
laugh.
Here was a men—satisfi
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Preparing Winter
Quarters For Poultry
In common practice on the average
Canadian farm, late September or the
month of October is the time the new
crop of pullets is housed in prepara-
tion for their first year's, production.
Before the birds are taken off
range, however, it is necessary, in
the interest of the comfort and gen-
eral health of the birds, as well as
the convenienoe of the operator, to
give the poultry premises, a thorough
and systematic overhauling,.
A start should be.. made with the
eliminationof all older stock that is
not to be carried over the winter. If
the farmer depends on the purchase
of day-old chicks for flock renewal,
this may possibly mean the disposal
of all ,stock in the plant. If breeders
are to be retained, they should be
separated from the laying stock if
sufficient space ds available.
Having removed surplus stock, at-
tention should be centred on the
premises. If portable panel fencing
is used, the hurdles may be removed
and stored for the winter. Runways
may be limed and ploughed. If con-
venrient, remove all loose fittings such
as nests, roosts, drop boards, from
the house and expose them to the
bright sun for several days. They
should first, of course, be cleaned nf`.
all dust and litter. Scrape and sweep
floors, and sweep walls and ceilings.
After cleaning is completed, apply a
good lime wash to every' at of the
interior of the house. Disinfectants ;i."•'
may be added to tlhe wasb>• if ooniid
eaed advisable. -
Inrcidentallly, a spray pulnp isthe
most satisfactory method of white -
enabling as it is them -possible to—
drive'It'he material •into all c'naclfs. .am.
steams. Apply a thorough coat -of.
Whitewash to the fittings!, ' Wit&,
roosts, etc., before they are returned,
to place. • •
Stop any drafts, such as open
seams, knot holes, ete., and replace
broken window gauss and any torn
cotton in the ventilating sashes'.
Put in a good supply of fresh, clean
litter, and your house is ready for
the birds whenever they are brought— --
in
in from range.
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DR. J. A. McTAGGART
" Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons, Toronto. Office at Heneall,
Ont. Phone 106.
12-37
AUCTIONEERS
The force of his spring took them both sprawling on the ground.
HAROLD DALE
LlcefLred Auctioneer
Specialist in farm and household
Bales. Prioes- reasonable. For dates
ani, infortmation, write or phone Aar -
Old (Sale. Phone 149, Seaforth, or
apply at The Expositor Office. 12-117
Spinach ice cream will soon be pro-
duced by Philip Wenger, ice cream
enanttfacturer, who is already selling
tomato sherbet and Is planning lima
bean and green pea flavors.—Duainess
Week.
'We can just hear the Mother of the
/Mall boy ,saying: "A spinach cone
for the 'little boy!"
Rourke whispered.
"Two of — 'em. I — come — see
Turner — „.bout lake. Dark. Saw --
both scatterin' — coal oil — leaves.
They cut down — me. Took ray —
gtLn'•„
"Which way did they ride?", Lare-
do asked him.
"I couldn't tell," Rourke whisper-
ed. •
"Hort bad?" Laredo asked gently.
"Bad as bell," Rourke whispered.
"I'm done for."
Laredo looked off into the night,
cursing Softly. "What kind of a gun
was you carryln', Rourke?"
"Smith and Wesson .38. Had a
chip off the butt." -
Then he set about working.
He put on his shoes, because the
carpet made, his, may ern emts noiseless',
Then, ,working ,in the dark, he got a
towel and soaked it in, the pitcher of
water, Went over to the connecting
door and poured the water slowly and
quietly on the rug where it disappear-
ed 'under the door. The rug soaked
the water up and• spread it into the
enjoining room. Then he rose, got
the lamp, unscrewed the, wick, knelt
at the door again, and poured its
kerosene s'IoWly' en the rug at the
bottom of the door. Like an oily
snake, the kerosene floated on., the
surface of the wet rug and slid under
the door into th'e neat room. Quinn
Plow Weedy Pastures Now
"There are many old unprofitable
pastures to he seen in the country-
side, heavily infested ,with weeds --
goldenrod, Canadian thistle, wild car-
rot, etc.," says Dr. O. McConkey of
the Ontario Agricultural College, and
he'continues: "These can be improv-
ed 200 to 300 per cent. by (1) fall
plowing, (2) cropping for one or two
years to clean off weeds, (3) raising
the soil fertility level, (4) seeding to
a well-balanced. pasture Mixture of
legumes and grasses.
If you have a weedy pasture of this
kind,, plan to plow it this `Pall and
start the improvement plan as outlin-
ed above, and It will retire you many
dollars of.irrofit over ,the present low
producing pasture.
Old pastures • infested' with weeds
likt Canadian thistles, wild carrot,
etc., are a weed menace to the com-
munity. Plowing and -clean Cropping,
and in some cases summer fallowing,
are the best methods Of getting rid
of the weeds and pre1'ng suitable
soil cenditionn for seeding down to a
profitable pas'trlre mixture.
Mo*dng pastures should be more
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